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Everything has its perfect time to happen... even love.

Do not ask me about love
Do not tell me about it
I do not want to know
I am not interested

Do not be nice to me
Do not
Do not stare into my eyes
Do not give me that smile
Do not beckon me
I do not want to know about it

But

When I have learnt about love
When I know what it is
I shall return the stare
In your eyes
I shall smile back at you
I shall tell you how much
I care for you, embrace you
That day
That time
That minute
That second

When I have learnt about love
The whole world shall know
That indeed I have learnt love

For know spare me
Do not stare into my eyes
Do not smile at me
Do not
Do not

Because

When I begin to love
I shall never cease loving

Spare me.

The End

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